The following is a work of fiction: Although it is based on actual characters and locations, the rest is purely fictional.  This story depicts sexual situations between males and females of various ages and, may include incest as well. If reading such is illegal where you reside, or you are not at least 18 years of age, please read at your own risk. This work is the property of the author Kewl Dad, and should not be reposted or reproduced without his permission. © 2017-2020


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The High School Years
(Tween to Teen)
By: Kewl Dad



Chapter 42

The End of an Era




The rest of the summer seemed to fly by, we were busy with our jobs and then back to school shopping, and before we knew it we were back walking the hardwood floors of PHS. 

I don't know what we expected that final year of high school to be like, but I can tell you that for me, it was probably the best year of my whole school career. Sure, I was busy with homework and extra curricular activities, and even managed to work a few hours at a grocery store sacking groceries and stocking shelves. And the neat part was Johnny got a job there too, and sometimes we worked the same shift. 

We were careful not to spend too much time talking, but anytime we could work side by side we did, and I think the managers realized after a while that we still did a good job.

We saw our friends Donnie, Tony, Gerald, and Walter every day at school, but outside of school it was a rare occurrence for us to get together the first few weeks. 

We planned on making up for it over the Holidays, and hoped by then that we'd be more settled into school and able to have some fun. Donnie was working with his dad mostly on weekends so that kind of cut into our time too, and Walter had a job at MrCrory's sweeping the floor and taking out trash and stuff like that. He only worked a couple hours each day during the week, but usually worked 4 or 5 hours on the weekend.

Gerald was a lazy bum and didn't work, and Tony was having trouble finding anyone who'd hire him for anything but grudge work, and since the crop season was over, there wasn't much demand for menial labor. Not that he needed to work, Caleb's granny provided everything he needed, but Tony was proud and wanted to make his own money.

Speaking of Caleb, he went off to college and we saw him most every weekend, but sometimes he stays at school if he has something going on. Johnny and I are looking forward to joining him next year, and so is Tony, even though he's still shocked about the whole college thing being paid for by Caleb's trust fund.

Mikey is growing like a weed, and Johnny and I like to take him places with us and show him off whenever we can. It's almost like having a kid of our own, and Mikey loves the attention. He's come to love Johnny as much as he loves me, and sometimes he acts like he loves Johnny better, but that's cool, cause Johnny is worth the love.

Johnny and I have been pretty lucky over the years since we became teens as far as not being pressured about finding a girl friend or at least dating, but it seemed like in our last year of high school everyone was hooking up or dating, and it wasn't long till other kids began to take notice that Johnny and I were still single.

We'd fooled them before by going to parties stag, and dancing with as many girls as we could, but I didn't think that was gonna work this year for us, and we decided we might need to date a few times just for show.

"Can we at least double date?" Johnny asked as we drove home that day.

"Sure, but probably not every time. The girls might not like that. They're gonna want a little piece of us, maybe some kisses," I chuckled.

Johnny gave me a sour look, then said, "So who shall we ask out? Got any ideas?"

"Well, there's Myra, she helped us out before, and I'll bet she knows someone she could hook one of us up with."

"Yeah, well...I'm not crazy about the idea, but if you can find some girls, I'll go along with it."

"Why me?" I laughed, "like I know anything about girls, you're the one who dated a girl, remember."

"Aww, that was more like dating my sister," Johnny chuckled, "Evelyn is cute and sweet and all...but, hey, is she still dating Rodney?"

"Forget it," I scolded, "and yes she is still dating Rodney, so don't get any ideas."

"Okay, okay, I was thinking maybe you could date her this time," he laughed.

"Very funny," I said, giving him a gentle punch to the shoulder.

There was a dance coming up in a couple of weeks, and we decided that would be the perfect place to take a date and show them off to the rest of the school, well the kids that cared about that stuff anyway. So, I called Myra that night and told her what we were up to, and surprisingly she said that was a great idea and that she knew just the girl, and that she would be happy to be my date to the dance.

I called Johnny later and told him everything was set, and he whined a little, but finally accepted his fate. He kept saying he hoped his date wasn't a total loser or a fatty, and I scolded him, but I was laughing at the way he said it.

With that problem settled, we went back to our daily routine of school, work, homework, and trying to steal a moment alone whenever we could. Since we both worked at the same grocery store and often the same shift, I would ride to work on those occasions and we'd park somewhere and make out some, and a time or two we even dared to blow each other.

Life was busy, but interesting for us that last year, and like I said, that year was the best one of the 12 we had to endure to become young men and go out to seek our fortune.

It was rare to have both Saturday and Sunday off since those were two very big days for the store, but somehow Johnny and I managed that one weekend in late October. We didn't question the schedule, we just made plans and kept quiet, hoping they wouldn't realize the mistake and change it at the last minute.

We were too young to rent a motel room, but Johnny had a plan. His dad knew a guy who owned some cabins up on the lake between Salina and Spavinaw, at a place called Indian Springs. 

On the pretense that Johnny and I wanted to go fishing, Johnny talked his dad into reserving one of the cabins, but Johnny agreed to pay for it. I mean Johnny's dad had to know what we were really up to, but we were 17 now and almost adults, and I guess he figured we deserved to be treated that way.

Our moms gave us a whole lot less grief than I'd imagined they would, but again, we were growing up fast, and next year at this time we'd be in college and out on our own.

So, we spent the next week getting things ready, we packed clothes, bought non perishable food, and made our plans. Just to keep up the pretense of this being a fishing trip, we even packed our fishing gear (well, Johnny's fishing gear actually) in the back of the van, though I doubted it would ever make it's way to the cabin, let alone the lake.

We were super excited about the whole trip, and we couldn't wait for school to let out on Friday. Luckily, since the new week actually began on Saturday where we worked, Friday was actually in this week, and Saturday and Sunday in the next week. So we had three days off from work, and two glorious weekend days to have some fun. 

This would be the first time Johnny and I were completely alone, really alone...with no one else around, and I was looking forward to it as a test to see what it would be like when we moved away to college next fall.

I guess you could say I was as nervous as a new bride, but at least I had plenty of sexual experience. What I was looking forward to most was the peace and solitude, and just hanging out with my favorite boy, naked as often as possible.

Friday, we hit the road as soon as school was out, not even bothering to go home to change or say goodbye. We'd told our folks goodbye the night before, and our friends goodbye at school, and we were off on our weekend getaway.

The trip seemed to take longer than usual, but in fact it was less than an hour. It was cool out, typical Autumn weather in Oklahoma, but the sun was shining and our spirits were high. The colors of autumn were all around us, the red, yellow, and orange leaves creating a backdrop of color and serenity. Fall was one of my favorite times of year. I loved the smell of the autumn air, the cool temps, and the feeling of anticipation for the upcoming holidays.

When we finally arrived, it took a little driving around to finally find the office and get things settled, but eventually we arrived at our little cabin. We were as excited as newlyweds as we surveyed the tidy little cabin situated just a few hundred yards from the lake. From the outside it looked impossibly small, but once we got inside it seemed larger. There was a combination living room/bedroom at the front, a small kitchenette, and beside it a bathroom with a tub, sink, and toilet. There was a sofa bed and one chair in the living area, but not much else.

"No TV," Johnny joked, "shucks, I wanted to watch The Man From Uncle."

"OH no, you won't have time for TV," I said attacking him. "I got plans for you buddy."

"I'm kidding, but I'm glad we brought my transistor radio, we can listen to some romantic music while we neck."

"Mmm..." I pulled him into a hug then, and we kissed for a long time before snapping out of it and going out to unload the Bug Bus.

Once we had the bus unloaded we decided to take a stroll down to the lake and check things out. We were impressed with how clean the place was, and it was almost eerily quiet there. As we got closer to the water we could hear the waves gently lapping upon the bank, and from the middle of the lake we heard a motor boat making it's way slowly to the opposite shore.

It was pretty there, peaceful and serene, and suddenly I had the urge to hold Johnny's hand. I looked around to see if we were alone, and saw no one. In fact, except for the man in the office, we hadn't seen anyone else the whole time we'd been there. Maybe it was off season and we were the only renters, or maybe they came later, or tomorrow, but for whatever reason, we were alone. So, it seemed safe enough to take Johnny's hand in mine, and when I did, Johnny accepted my offer of affection without question.

"This is gonna be great," he said squeezing my hand gently, "too bad it's too cold to swim."

"Brrr...I'm brave, but not that brave," I laughed, "but if you want to give it a try, I'll help warm you up afterwards."

"Yeah, I'll pass. Come on, let's walk a ways down the shore and check the place out."

There were six cabins all together, two groups of  three, with our cabin being the first cabin in the second group. The two groups were separated by a wide drive, and a picnic and bathroom area, and were about three hundred feet apart. 

The cabins in each group were about 50 feet apart, and there was a gravel drive in front of each for parking. Behind the cabins was a wooded area, but a backyard of sorts was kept mowed, and there was a wooden picnic table as well as a stone BBQ grill near it, perfect for grilling burgers or steaks.

We walked along the lake, holding hands and talking as the sun began to set lower in the sky. It was beautiful there, and for the moment it seemed as if this was our own private paradise. We sat on a rock and watched the sunset, and still we hadn't seen another living soul. It seemed strange that we would be the only ones here, but who were we to complain?

We finally walked back to the cabin before it got too dark, and mapped out our plans for the evening. It was quite chilly in the cabin now that the sun had set, so while Johnny lit the gas heater in the living room, I started dinner. We'd brought plenty of food, and earlier we'd moved the perishables to the little refrigerator in the kitchen, so I dug out some hamburger patties and put them on to cook. 

We'd brought a couple of cast iron skillets and some pots and pans, but as it turned out there were already cooking utensils there, as well as silverware and glasses. Nothing fancy mind you, but plenty good for us.

I took the large cast iron skillet we'd brought, filled it half way with Crisco, and placed it on the burner while I peeled a couple of potatoes for fries. Johnny showed up in time to slice them up for us, and I flipped the burgers and smashed them down.

In no time flat we had our dinner cooked, hamburgers and home cut fries. We'd brought all the fixings for them too, and soon we had our burgers just like we liked them. As we ate, we talked about our lives, our families, our friends, and all the things that were dear to us.

It was sort of like we were an old married couple or something, and as I look back on that evening, as we sat eating our simple but delicious meal together, I am reminded of many more meals just like that over the years that Johnny and I have been together. Even after all these years, the simple things like sharing a meal and chatting about our lives, still stand out, and bring a smile to my face.

Since I cooked, Johnny cleaned up, but I helped, cause I knew the sooner we finished the dishes, the sooner we could spend some quality time together. When the last dish was dried and put in the rack, we headed to the living room and cuddled up on the sofa.

There was a picture window that filled most of the front wall of the cabin, and even though darkness had fallen while we were having dinner, the view was still pleasant. The trees with their colorful leaves, and beyond it the still water of the lake, served as a perfect backdrop to our fairy tale romance.

We sat there for a long time just kissing and necking like two young lovers, until Finally Johnny pulled me up and pushed me toward the bathroom. There he lovingly undressed me, and I undressed him, and together we stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain as we shared a shower one more time.

We washed and caressed each others body, placing kisses anywhere we could reach, but eventually the water began to turn cold and we reluctantly stepped out to dry off.

There was still a chill in the air, and we hurried to dry off, then practically ran to the bed and climbed beneath the covers. Still warm and moist from our shower, and smelling of soap and shampoo, we snuggled together and soon took things to a more intimate level.

Pushing Johnny onto his back, I worked my way down his body, from his head to his feet, kissing and caressing every square inch of him, before returning to his middle and sucking him off slowly. 

As he lay back enjoying my love making, he sighed contentedly and ran his fingers through my hair as I bobbed up and down on his stiff pecker. God, even after all this time, after what must've been a hundred blow jobs by now, his scent, his taste, and the feel of him gliding across my tongue still gave me chills.

When he finally rewarded my efforts with his warm wet gift, I swallowed it down greedily. Then giving his cock head a wet noisy kiss, I moved up to kiss him deeply as his tongue explored my mouth for his own flavor.

Though I am usually the one on bottom, and mostly prefer it that way, that night for some reason our roles were reversed. Johnny all but begged me to make love to him, and I soon found myself wanting it as much as he did. I began by rimming him deeply, attacking his pucker with gusto and drilling my tongue into him as deeply as possible. 

"Do it," he whispered between whimpers, "put it in me. I want to feel you inside me."

His words caused goosebumps on my flesh, and excited me as few things ever had. I was shaking as I found the bottle of lotion we'd brought and worked a little into his hole, but he didn't need much. Despite mostly being on top, Johnny was as well broken in as I was, and I entered him easily.

He felt so warm and tight inside, velvety smooth, like my cock was wrapped in a warm soft blanket. It felt so good sliding in and out, and as Johnny smiled up at me, I bent to kiss him deeply as our dance of love continued.

Over the years, we'd done this dance many times, in places too numerous and far apart to mention, but that night there was something very special about our act of intimacy. The ultimate act of intimacy between two males. It was if we were entering a new phase of our life and our relationship. It was if we were the only two beings on the whole planet at that time and place, and we had all the time in the world.

I took my time, slowly making love to my Johnny, kissing and fondling and enjoying the pleasure our love making brought us both. As often happened with us, Johnny actually came first, hands free, as my cock stimulated his prostrate deep inside him, and seeing his eruption and feeling it on my own skin, pushed me over the edge.

I came hard, bright flashes before my eyes as my brain tried to process the intensity of my orgasm, my body trembling with sweet release, barely able to hold myself up as wave after wave of pleasure rippled over my body, I filled my lover with my seed.

When my orgasm had at last subsided, I fell down on Johnny, being careful to support most of my weight with my arms and legs. I withdrew and allowed Johnny to lower his legs before they began to cramp, and for a long time we just lay there pressed together, his drying cum bonding us together.

"Wow, you came again," I whispered as I nibbled his ear.

"Only cause you fucked me like a beast," he chuckled.

"Oh, did I hurt you?" I said with alarm.

"Noo, don't be silly. I loved it. I love when you take charge and really let go like that."

"Oh, well...I'll remember that next time," I chuckled.

"Mmm...I am so happy right now, and so relaxed. A little messy, but that's okay too."

"I'll fix that," I said, somehow finding the strength to go grab a wet washcloth. I cleaned myself up first, then rinsed the washcloth out and came back to clean up Johnny.

He closed his eyes and relaxed while I washed him with the warm cloth, and when I was done I crawled into bed with him and pulled the covers up over us. Johnny was already asleep as I snuggled up to him, and that made me smile. I loved him so much that sometimes it hurt. We'd been through good times and bad times, but it seemed like at last our lives had leveled out. We were out to our parents and our friends, even though that concept didn't exist yet, and our future together looked bright.

Sometimes it seemed like it was too good to be true, but I trusted in Johnny, and I trusted in the love we shared for one another, so slowly but surely I was learning to trust that our future was secure. I lay and watched Johnny sleeping for a long time, marveling at this beauty, my heart filled with such love for this boy that had been a part of my life almost as long as I'd been alive. I leaned in and kissed his soft cheek, and he smiled in his sleep.

"Sweet dreams my love," I whispered, and soon I joined him in slumber.

************

Day two we slept late, fixed a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, then decided to take a hike in the woods out back. It was warmer that day, but we brought a jacket just in case, and a canteen of water as well. 

We were in luck, because there was actually a little trail leading off into the woods, and it looked as if it had been used quite a bit. It began at a spot between our cabin and the next, and led off into the woods. We zig-zagged around obstacles and trees until soon we were deep enough into the woods that we couldn't see anything but trees and bushes.

It was a little cooler now, but still pleasant, and our exertion was causing our bodies to heat up and we were sweating a little. One good thing about hiking this time of year, there were no pesky insects to attack us, and the beauty of the fall leaves and shrubbery created a beautiful scene all around us.

At some point we joined hands, but it was so natural at this point in our relationship that I hardly noticed when it happened. We didn't say much as we walked along, but it was a comfortable silence. Sometimes more could be communicated in actions than words, and our bodies were in perfect sync as we walked hand in hand through the brightly splashed backdrop of that fall day.

"This is almost like a honeymoon," Johnny said suddenly.

"Yeah, only no one is gonna let us get married," I chuckled.

"So, what is marriage anyway, a piece of paper, a contract, or is it two people committing to one another?"

"I guess I never thought of it like that. I guess we don't need anyone else's approval to feel married, do we?"

"No, we don't. All we need is each other," he said, suddenly pulling me into a hug and halting our forward progress.

"I love you so much right now," I whispered as tears stung my eyes.

"I love you too, always and forever, till death do us part." then he leaned in and kissed us, deeply and passionately.

"Holy shit," we heard a small voice from behind us say. Then a giggle, and we turned to see two small boys staring at us with big grins.

"They was kissin'," the younger boy said to his slightly older companion.

The youngest looked to be 10 or so, and the older boy maybe a year or so older, but not quite a teen yet I didn't think. Upon further examination, I decided they looked enough alike to be brothers, and it turned out I was right.

"Hi guys," I said nonchalantly.

"Howdy, what was you all kissin' for? Was you practicin' or something?" the older boy said.

"No, we're pretty good at it, no need to practice," Johnny laughed, "we just like each other a lot and like to show it by kissing."

"Johnny?" I wondered if the truth was the best way to go at this point, but Johnny seemed to think so, and anyway it was too late to pull back now.

"You kissed him cause you liked it?" the smaller boys said, but he just looked curious, and not disgusted by it all.

"Yeah, kissing can be fun with someone you like."

"I thought only boys and girls kissed," this from the older boy.

"Mostly, but some guys do it too," I said, trying not to sound as nervous as I was.

"Oh," the older boy said.

"What's you alls names? I'm Timmy, that there's my brother, Jimmy."

"I'm Robert, and my friend here is Johnny, and we're staying in one of the cabins by the lake. Do you boys live around here?'

"Yep, over there," Jimmy said pointing toward the north, "bout two miles."

"You walked all this way?" I said, though I don't know why I was surprised, me and my friends had walked much farther when we were that age.

"Yep, going to the lake. We was gonna go fishin' but we decided not to, just wanted to get out of the house. Our daddy is in a bad mood today."

"Well, Johnny and I have some fishing stuff if you wanna borrow it. We're not gonna use it today, are we?"

"No, that's fine. We were about to head back anyway. We can keep you guys company while you fish," Johnny said easily.

Nothing more was said about the kissing, and Johnny and I refrained from holding hands on the way back. The boys were little jabber boxes once they got to know us and it was delightful listening to their sweet soft voices, seeing their smiles, and sharing their laughter.

We discovered in the course of our conversation that the boys lived alone with their dad, their momma having died two years ago, and that he evidently drank a lot, and when he was drinking he was not fun to be around, like today. Thus the boys going off exploring. 

The boys warmed up to Johnny and I quickly and us to them. It was obvious they craved a positive male influence in their lives and Johnny and I were happy to provide it, if only for a little while.

The boys were no better at fishing that I was, but they had fun, and that was the most important thing, and Johnny and I had fun watching them. As the day neared it's end, hunger began to overcome us and I suggested the boys have supper with us.

"Well, we could," Jimmy said, "but ifn' it gets too dark we might not be able to find our way home."

"What if we took you guys home in the Bug Bus?" I suggested.

"Okay!" came the cheery voices of both boys, and that was settled.

Since we'd had hamburgers the first night, we grilled hot dogs that night and served them with potato salad and chips. The potato salad had been made by my mom and it was delicious. The two boys scarfed down the food as if they hadn't eaten in days, and sucked down two cans of pop each. For dessert we had cookies and fruit, and the boys put away a half dozen cookies each as well as an apple.

As we ate, we talked some more, and the kissing incident finally came up again.

"So, do you guys...um, love each other then?" Jimmy asked blushing.

"Yeah, actually we do," I said taking Johnny's hand in mine, "We've been best friends since we were in first grade, and we're closer than brothers," I said giving Johnny a loving smile.

"Me and Timmy love each other, but we don't kiss," Jimmy giggled, "well...once, on the cheek," he said blushing even deeper. That caused Timmy to giggle too, and he's so cute when he giggles.

"Well, there are all kinds of love, and all kinds of kisses," I explained, when you get older you'll see."

"So...besides kissing, what else do you do?" Jimmy said, looking nervous, but excited.

I laughed, "What do you mean?"

"I mean...do you, um...do like...stuff like...um...you know?"

"Oh, that?" I chuckled, "what do you think?"

Jimmy's face broke out in a huge grin, and his blush deepened, and he said, "I bet you do. I bet you get...naked and stuff."

"Well, yeah...most everyone gets naked at some point."

"Yeah, me and Timmy do," he giggled.

"Jimmy, shut up," Timmy said, but he was giggling too.

"I think all boys do some stuff like that," I said, "I know me and my friends did, and I'm sure brothers do too. So, it's no big deal, you just have to keep it private."

"Yeah, we do," Jimmy said, not realizing he was admitting there was stuff to keep private.

I saw Jimmy squirm a little, and I wondered if he was hard just talking about this stuff. 

"Got ants in your pants?" I teased as I winked at Jimmy.

"No..." he said blushing, "I gotta boner," he said, then covered his mouth as he giggled, sending Timmy into a fit of giggles too.

"So do I," Timmy said, actually jumping up to display the little tent in his worn jeans.

I chuckled, "Well, that's how it is with us guys. I bet that happens a lot, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," Timmy giggled, "how come that happens anyways?"

"Well, has your daddy ever talked to you about the birds and the bees?"

"No, what's that got to do with anythin'?" Jimmy said frowning.

"Oh boy," I said, rolling my eyes and looking over at Johnny, who was grinning like a opossum. 

"You started it, you're gonna have to finish it now."

"Well, do you at least know where babies come from?"

"Oh sure," Jimmy said, "from a woman's woo-hoo," he said giggling.

"And do you know what causes them?"

"Uh, a man puts his...uh, wiener in there and squirts some kinda stuff in there, right?"

"Very good. So, does that give you some idea why your, um...wiener might get stiff?"

Jimmy sat and thought a moment, then I saw a sudden change come over his face as he figured it out, "It gets hard so a guy can stick it in a girl's woo-hoo and make a baby, right?" he said excitedly.

"Good thinking," I said smiling, "that's one reason."

"But we don't have any girls to do that with, so why does our wieners get hard?" Timmy wondered.

"Well, I guess your body doesn't know that, or maybe it's just practicing and getting you ready for that."

"Hmm," Jimmy seemed to be thinking, "I know something else getting a boner is good for," he said blushing.

"Oh, what's that?" I said grinning.

"For beatin' off,"  he giggled, but he was blushing even brighter now.

"Yep, that's a fact," I said, "and most every boy does that, so it's a good thing they get boners, right?"

"I don't make no wet though," Timmy said sadly, "but Jimmy does,"

"Shut up Timmy," Jimmy said, but he didn't sound mad, just embarrassed.

"Well, don't worry Timmy, you'll get hair before long and shoot sperm just like your brother does, when you get a little older. Me and Johnny started when we were 11, but most boys don't start till later."

"I'm almost 13, Jimmy said, "and I just started."

"But we been beatin' our meat for a long time," Timmy giggled.

"Well, it can be fun," I said, "that's for sure."

"So can other stuff," Timmy said grinning.

"Oh, so you guys been putting us on all along, haven't you? You already know all about this stuff and you were just messin' with us?" Johnny laughed.

"Well, we know some stuff, but we don't kiss," Jimmy giggled.

"Well, maybe you should try it," I said seriously, "you do love each other, right?"

"Well, sure...I reckon, we're brothers and all..." Jimmy said looking confused.

"So a little kiss might be nice once in a while, just to show you love each other."

"Yeah," Johnny said, "and it's nice while you're doing other stuff too."

"You mean like when we're beatin' our meat?" Timmy giggled.

"Yeah, like that."

"Well, we might try it."

It had gotten dark by then, and I figured it was time to get the boys home. I hated to see them go, but things were getting awfully sexy, and no way were me and Johnny going to mess with boys that young. It was one thing to talk sex with them, quite another to actually do anything with them. 

"Johnny, I think we should take the boys home now before their daddy gets worried about them."

"He won't," Jimmy said, "can't we stay a little while longer?"

"I think it's best we go now, me and Johnny have some things we need to do anyway."

"Like what, kiss?" Timmy giggled.

"Maybe," I chuckled. 

"Come on guys. You want a can of pop to take with you?"

"Yeah," Timmy said, "can we have some more cookies too?"

"Sure, take the rest of the bag," I said easily. Chances were these two kids didn't get treats like that often, and we could always buy more in town."

So we finally got the boys in the Bug Bus, and they loved it, and had to bounce from seat to seat and check everything out. It was fun being around them, their energy was contagious, and they reminded me so much of me and my buds when we were that age. 

It took some doing to finally find their house, since they weren't as familiar with traveling by road as they were traveling by woods, but we finally made it around 8 o'clock. As we pulled up to the run down little house, a lazy old dog wandered out to meet the boys, but he didn't seem to  have the energy to bark. The boys patted him and called him by name, Duke, then turned to wave at us as we drove away.

"I hope dad's either passed out or in a better mood," I said to Johnny, "poor kids."

"Not everyone has folks as good as ours," Johnny said patting my leg, "but we did a good thing, letting them fish, and feeding them. They'll remember us a long time."

"Yeah, probably when they're getting sexy," I chuckled, "think they'll try kissing?"

"Yeah, I think so, probably tonight while it's still on their minds. And you know what? I bet they like it."

"I hope so. Are we sick to encourage them?"

"Nope, love is love," Johnny said, "it sure never hurt us. I think it made us better, all of us, Donnie and all of our friends."

"Yeah, well...I can't wait to get back to the cabin and do some kissing of our own," I said reaching over to rub his leg. Then letting my hand slide to the inside of his leg, I felt his stiffness jump.

"Whoa, be careful, you'll cause me to wreck," Johnny giggled, "save it lover boy, first a shower, then some good lovin'."

I was super horny when we got back to the cabin, and this time it was me who dragged Johnny to the shower, and this time we sucked each other off under the warm spray. 

After drying off, we went to the living room, still naked, and just sat on the couch listening to music on the radio and necking till we were horny again. This time I was the one who wanted to get some good lovin' up the butt, so I sucked Johnny till he was good and ready, then bent over the arm of the couch while he made love to me.

It never occurred to us that anyone outside would probably be getting a good view of two horny teens fucking, but we still hadn't seen anyone else at any of the cabins up to that point, so we weren't really worried.

When Johnny finally filled me up with his sperm, he pulled out and spun me around and began kissing me deeply as he reached down to work on my rock hard pecker. This time I hadn't come while being fucked, but it only took Johnny a few strokes to finish me off. Somehow he sensed the exact moment I was ready to shoot, and he broke the kiss and dropped to his knees, and took my sperm in his mouth. Wow, that was amazing.

My legs were wobbling by then, but I was kind of sticky back there and didn't want to mess up the couch, so I went to the bathroom to clean up. Afterwards we decided to go to bed, but we weren't done playing yet. For some reason we were extra horny that night, and I wondered if it had anything to do with the sex talk we'd had with the two brothers.

We hadn't really talked about them since dropping them off, but it was kind of hot to think about what the two might be doing at the moment. Did they try kissing? If so, did they like it? And what else did those two do when alone in bed at night?

Eventually we were recovered enough to manage getting off one more time, this time kissing and rubbing around on each other till we exploded against each other, making a sticky mess.

After cleaning up and peeing, we finally fell into bed exhausted and didn't wake till almost 11 the next day. We might not have woke then, if not for the sound of thunder and the pitter-patter of rain on the roof. 

"It's raining," I said, stating the obvious, as Johnny began to rouse out of slumber.

"So, who cares?" Johnny said softly, "We can stay inside and watch the rain while we cuddle and make out."

"Yeah, I'll fix us a big breakfast and we can just lay around all day and do nothing."

"Mmm..." Johnny said pulling me into a kiss, "but first..." he added grabbing my morning wood.

"Ack, gotta pee first, then it's all yours," I giggled.

So we peed, and then fooled around some, finally sucking each other off before hopping up. While Johnny showered I started breakfast, and by the time he joined me, dressed only in his sexy white Fruits, everything was ready except for the eggs, which I put on to cook then.

"You look sexy in those undies," I said pulling him in and kissing him while pinching his cute ass.

"Oww, watch it, don't be so rough," he joked, "you can have some of it later, after breakfast."

"Mmm...a double hand full. And maybe I'll play motor boat with your buns."

"Oh yeah, hmm...any OJ left?" he said digging in the fridge.

"Yeah, I think so," I said stirring the scrambled eggs.

"Found it. Here, put some cheese in the eggs," he said  handing me a package of Kraft singles.

As we ate, we talked about how much we'd enjoyed the weekend, and the subject of Jimmy and Timmy came up. 

"I wonder if those two had fun last night?" Johnny laughed, "boy, I remember when we were just figuring out that stuff, we bout went crazy with it. Doin' it all the time, everywhere we could find a place to be alone."

"Do you think we were abnormal or something? I mean were we oversexed...are we still oversexed?"

"Nah, look at our friends, they're horny monkeys too."

"Yeah, and it seems like wherever we go we find horny boys," I laughed.

"I know those two are kinda young, but..."

"What?" I said, what was Johnny thinking?

"Nothing," he said, taking a sip of his juice.

"No, what were you gonna say? Was it about the boys? Do you wish we'd done more than talk to them?" I chuckled.

"Nah, not really, but it would've been fun to watch..." he giggled.

"Yeah, I thought that too, but doing anything, I mean touching them seems wrong. I guess cause we're almost adults now. We're not little kids anymore. I mean if they were older..."

"Yeah, anyway...that's all kid stuff, what we have is the real thing. Speaking of which, when breakfast is over, how about we sit on the back porch and watch the rain while we make out?"

"Well, as long as there's no one to see us, I guess it's okay, but we better leave our clothes on."

"Aww, you're no fun," he chuckled.

Johnny cleaned up the mess while I showered, then we both dressed and went out on the back porch. It wasn't a big porch, but there was enough room for a couple of old wooden chairs which we pushed together so we could snuggle as we sat watching the rain.

"What time we starting back?" I said, hoping I wasn't spoiling the mood.

"I was thinking around 6, that okay? Hopefully the rain will stop by then. I wish we could stay longer, but it's back to school tomorrow."

"Yeah, unless we skipped," I chuckled.

"I wish, but we only have the cabin through today."

"Yeah, I was joking. It's been great though. I've enjoyed having you all to myself."

"Me too, I wonder if that's what it will be like next year when we go away to college?"

"It will be even better," I predicted, "we'll be together almost all the time, well, when we're not in class."

"Yeah, and sleep together every night, and make love whenever we want."

"Yeah," I sighed, then leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. 

He turned his face then, and pulled me into a full on kiss, and for a few minutes we were busy swapping tongues.

"We should go inside," I said pulling away, "I'm a little chilly and I feel the need to get naked right now, and I need someone to keep me warm."

There is something about making love in a nice warm bed while the rain beats on the roof and thunder crashes all around you. I think we were both super horny that afternoon, and we made love twice to each other before finally passing out.

We awoke to silence around five, and reluctantly got up. We showered together to wake up, but we were too spent to do much more than kiss. We were a little sad to be leaving our little nest and going back to our regular lives, but we'd had a great time and made some good memories.

We were hungry, but decided to stop somewhere along the way and get something to eat, so after packing up everything and dropping off the key, we hit the road.

We stopped in Salina at a mom and pop drive in there and had greasy cheeseburgers and fries, that were absolutely delicious. We washed it down with soda, and still had room for a milkshake which we ate on the way home.

We arrived at my house just before six, and though I hated to say goodbye I kissed Johnny ,gave him a quick hug, and grabbed my stuff before heading inside. He tooted the horn as he backed out and waved till he was out of sight.

Mikey met me at the door and jumped into my arms, and he wanted to know all about me and uncle Johnny's trip. I carried him inside to find mom and dad eating dinner, and I sat down so Mikey would finish his dinner. I explained that Johnny and I had ate on the way home, and then I told my folks about the trip, leaving out all the really good details.

I was beat, and so after dinner I laid around in the living room floor and wrestled with Mikey till it was time for bed. I helped Mikey get his jammies on, and I swear that boy had grown just since I'd seen him last. He was such a cute, sweet little kid, and I couldn't get enough of his hugs and kisses. 

I laid with him till he went to sleep, listening to his soft voice as he talked about his adventures with his dog Snoopy, and soon he was breathing softly and looking like a little angel. 

I laid there a bit longer, watching him sleep, then kissed his sweet face and headed off to bed. Mom saw me as I exited Mikey's room and she smiled, then pulled me into a hug and kissed my cheek.

"You're such a good brother," she said, tears glistening in her eyes, "I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks," I said, hugging mom back, "I missed the squirt while I was gone. It's gonna be rough when I go off to college next year."

"Yes, he's going to miss you too, but that's life."

"Yeah, I know," I said, "Well, I'm really tired. I'm gonna go to bed now. See ya in the morning."

"All right son, goodnight."

I found dad in the living room and gave him a hug, and told him goodnight and he gave me a smile, "Goodnight son, I'm glad you and Johnny had a good trip."

"Thanks, now it's back to reality," I chuckled.

"Yes, don't I know it," he agreed, "Work for me and school for you. Such is life."

I slept like a rock that night, but I woke refreshed and eager to get up and get at it. I ate breakfast and brushed my teeth, and by that time Johnny had arrived and we had time for a quick kiss before we headed out. Of course Mikey had to give Johnny a hug and a kiss, and then it was my turn. He was going to kindergarten half a day now, but that kid was smarter than most kids, and I'm sure he kept the teacher busy. My little brother the brain...

School that day was uneventful, but we did have to recount our trip to all our friends, and though we didn't give them a blow by blow account of our sexual endeavors, we weren't shy about letting them know we'd had plenty of fun, in and out of bed.

The week passed quickly, there was school, work, homework, meals, sleep, repeat, and very little time for socializing. At least Johnny and I worked at the same supermarket and sometimes we even worked the same shift, especially on the weekend.

The dance we'd been trying to find dates for was fast approaching, and that weekend we finalized our plans to take Myra and her friend Julie to the dance next Friday night. We'd cleared our schedule at work, and though we were a bit nervous, we were actually looking forward to it.

Saturday, we both worked early and were off by five, so we'd agreed to take Myra and Julie to the movies just to break the ice and get to know Julie, since she didn't go to our school.

Julie was Myra's cousin and actually lived in a town named Adair, about 10 miles away, and went to school there, but she visited Myra and her family a lot, especially on the weekends when her folks were busy. Julie's dad was a truck driver and gone a lot, and his mom worked at Grand Valley Hospital here in Pryor, so she would drop Julie off at Myra's on her way to work.

We picked the girls up at Myra, and after visiting with Myra's mom and dad a minute, we were on our way. I let Julie sit up front with Johnny and I sat in the second row with Myra and we got reacquainted again. Myra was a sweet girl, and she was going to make some lucky boy a good match someday, but she didn't seem to be in any hurry to find someone, not like most girls her age.

Julie was cute, and very petite, blond hair and blue eyes, and a fairly well developed body, even if I'm no expert. Johnny seemed to be a little nervous at first, but he began to loosen up as he got to know her better. She was certainly not a shy girl, and soon took control of the conversation, which was actually a good thing when it came to Johnny.

The movie was good, and the company even better, and afterwards we went to DQ and had burgers, and fries, and milkshakes while we laughed, and talked, and had a genuinely good time. Did I feel a little guilty or a little odd leading these girls on just to protect Johnny's and my image? Maybe a little, but I knew Myra was cool with things being strictly platonic, and she assured me Julie was cool with it too, so I had to trust that no one was being misled.

We had the girls home by ten, and I went home with Johnny to spend the night. We talked about our date as we undressed for bed, but we soon forgot about the girls as we settled into each others arms. 

Sometimes I wished I was a normal red-blooded boy who liked girls, a boy who could get married, and give my folks some grand kids, but then I'd feel Johnny's hands, or his lips upon my body, and all thoughts like that flew out the window. For whatever reason, God had made me and Johnny this way, and then pushed us together, so who was I to question his great plan? We loved each other with all our hearts and souls, and wasn't that God's greatest commandment? To love one another. So, maybe we took it to the next level, but love is love...

I'm gonna skip ahead to the dance. It was cool and clear that night as we picked up the girls, and despite our trial date, we were still a little nervous. It didn't help matters any when we got to Myra's and found the two girls all dressed up and looking fabulous. I mean, knock out, fashion model, dressed up fabulous. I was glad our moms had insisted we wear slacks and sports coats, cause we'd have looked really stupid showing up in jeans. Our moms had also provided corsages to give the girls, but we let them pin them on each other, cause our hands were shaking too much.

Myra's mom insisted on taking pictures, and it took us a while to finally get away from her. She kept telling us how handsome we looked, and how glad she was that we were taking the girls to such an important function. Important function? I thought it was just a silly High School dance, sigh. Well, I guess to girls this sort of thing is more important than it is to us dumb old boys.

But, you know? Once we got there and really got into the whole dance thing, we really had a good time. I saw some of the other boys giving us jealous looks that we were with such hot looking girls, and is it wrong to say? I felt like I was some big stud on campus that night.

We danced a lot, but we weren't stingy, and we let our dates dance with some of the boys who'd come stag. One of those boys was Gerald, which came as a complete surprise to me, since he hadn't mentioned he was coming to the dance. He later told me that at first he hadn't planned on coming cause he didn't have a date, but he finally decided to come anyway, just to have something to do.

I was glad he was there, and we spent some time hanging around together and catching up on things. We were all so busy these days that we really didn't get to hang out much, and I missed Gerald's company. He said he had looked into signing up for the Army, but he'd decided to wait till he graduated, so he'd have a better shot at aviation school. 

We stayed till around 10, but the girls didn't have to be home till midnight, so we decided to just drive around for a while. Gerald's mom had dropped him off for the dance, but we offered to take him home, and he wound up riding around with us till we decided it was time to take the girls to Myra's house.

At Myra's, Johnny and I walked the girls to the door and we kissed them goodnight, a sweet chaste kiss on the lips, and the girls thanked us for a good time, and we promised to do it again sometime.

Back in the Bug Bus, I climbed in front with Johnny, and this time we headed to my house. We both agreed that it had been fun, and that we wouldn't mind doing it again sometime. 

"Did you see all the mouths hanging open when they saw us with hot chicks on our arms?" Johnny laughed.

"Yeah, if anyone had any doubts about us being studs before, I think that put an end to that."

"Yeah, Julie is really nice, and hot too."

"Simmer down lover boy, save that energy for when we get to my house, in my bed," I teased.

"Oh, no problem. Just saying she's a sweet girl. I hope she didn't fall for me. I'd hate to have to break her heart."

"Myra says she's not looking for a boyfriend, she just likes to go out occasionally and have some fun."

"Well, that's perfect then. Hmm...Gerald surprised me tonight."

"Yeah, how so?"

"Oh, you know? Showing up at the dance. He looked good though, and I think he enjoyed himself. He danced like three dances with each of our dates."

"Yeah, I think he definitely likes girls," I chuckled. Then I told him about Gerald's plans for the military.

"Oh man, I hate to think about him getting sent to Vietnam and coming back in a body bag," he said sounding really upset.

"Well, maybe he won't get sent over there. He's hoping to get into aviation school, maybe he'll make it."

"I hope so, but they need chopper pilots over there, so even if he does learn to fly, he could wind up over there."

"Yeah, that war sucks. I wish our stupid politicians had to go fight their own wars and not send kids off to die like that."

"Yeah, war is so stupid. Why can't they just stay out of other people's business?"

Johnny and I had had this conversation many times before, but we never came up with the answers, and nothing ever changed. Every day, boys not much older than we were, were dying in a tiny little country thousands of miles away, and there didn't seem to be any end in sight. 

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Before we knew it, Thanksgiving was fast approaching, and this year our families had agreed to spend it together at Johnny's house. They had a bigger house for one thing, and if the weather cooperated we figured we could go over to the park and get some fresh air. Mikey loved the park, and feeding the ducks and geese was one of his favorite things to do.

We were in luck that day, it was sunny and warm, temps in the 60's, and the sunshine felt warm on our faces. After a huge Thanksgiving feast, me and Johnny took Mikey to the park, and the folks joined us a while later.

We made sure to bring breadcrumbs for the ducks, and we let Mikey handle the feeding, keeping an eye on him to make sure some crazed goose didn't get too greedy.

When the breadcrumbs were all gone, we took Mikey over to the playground area and took turns pushing him in the swing. Then he wanted to go down the slide. 

There were two slides there, the one we called the little slide, and a much larger one we called The Big Slide. I personally didn't attempt the big slide till I was about 10 years old, but Mikey was a little daredevil and wanted to try it at age 5. 

There was no way I was going to let my kid brother climb ten or twelve feet in the air, and maybe fall and hurt himself, so I decided that I'd help him up there, then go down with him on my lap. So with Johnny's help, who had climbed up the slide from the bottom, I managed to get sat down with Mikey in my lap and once Johnny slid back down, we were off.

Mikey whooped and hollered the whole time, and of course he had to do it again, and again, till I finally convinced him it was time to go check out the merry-go-round.

While I held Mikey on the merry-go-round, Johnny spun us, then hopped on as we rode it out. By then our folks had wandered over, and dad pushed us to keep the momentum going. 

When we'd finally had enough, we got off, giggling as we staggered around like drunks before falling in the grass. Mikey attacked us and bounced up and down on our bellies, and then jumped up and staggered off to dad.

As Johnny and I lay there on the ground, I thought about all the times me and my friends had engaged in this simple pleasure. How many times had I rode the merry-go-round, slid down that slide, swung in those swings? My whole life as a child had been spent in places like this, and now my kid brother was part of a new generation of kids, kids that would inherit these sacred places from us. Funny when you think about it, life is so simple when you're a kid, but as you get older you begin to see just how things are, how they really work, and sometimes it's almost too much to bear. 

In a year, Johnny and I would be 18, adults, and living in another city, going to college, and our childhood would officially be over. It was sad to think about, but there was that promise of a new life with Johnny that somehow made that sadness go away, or at least become more bearable. 

I rolled my head over, and there he was, my brown-eyed boyfriend, and I smiled at him and reached down to take his hand. He smiled back, and for a moment we were the only ones there, just us two, staring into each others eyes as we passed our love to one another telepathically, then suddenly 40 pounds of energetic little boy dive-bombed us, and the moment was magically transformed into a treasured memory.

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Christmas was fast approaching now, and everyone was excited for the Holidays to come, especially Mikey. For Christmas, Mikey asked Santa for a new bike, and mom and dad had already picked one out for him at Western Auto. Of course his first bike would come with training wheels, and dad was having Ron at WA assemble it, including the training wheels, so it would be all ready for Mikey to ride. I just hoped the weather was good that day or that kid would drive us nuts wanting to ride in the snow or whatever.

As Christmas break approached Johnny was busy with his art and we saw less and less of each other. Except for school and work, we hardly ever had a moment to ourselves, let alone for each other, but our love carried us through this lonely time. 

Johnny was busy trying to compile a nice portfolio for his instructors at college, and he was amassing a vast collection of really, really good stuff. His watercolors were always my favorite, and I think his favorite medium as well, but his oils were also amazing, and he had several of the framed and they hung in the glass case at PHS. 

Johnny had discovered early on that framing art was expensive so he had taught him self how to do it, and with his dad's help they'd set up a sort of frame shop in the garage for Johnny's work. Johnny kidded that if he flunked out as an artist or a teacher, he could always open an art supply store and frame other people's work and get rich.

I assured him that he was much too talented to worry about that, but I don't think Johnny really knew just how talented he was. Even when other artists and teachers told him how talented he was, he still found it hard to believe. Fortunately, the public knows talent when they see it, and today Johnny's paintings are appreciated by art enthusiasts all over the United States and the world. Recently, one of his oils, titled Indians at Sunset, sold for 2,000 dollars at an art auction in New York.

What was it like growing up with the Johnny Williams, the famous artist? It was fun, and I enjoyed every minute of it. It didn't hurt that I was sleeping with the artist and we were teaching each other a different kind of art, the art of making love.

The second week of December, as always, we picked out a tree from The Lions Club lot and brought it home to decorate. Mikey was a big help this year, and we let him hang the ornaments on the lower branches, then dad held him up so he could put the Angel atop the tree. Back then there were no miniature lights, just C9's, and our tree was brightly lit with over 100 of them. 

Since Mikey still believed in Santa, we couldn't put any packages beneath the tree quite yet, but good old Santa had lots of presents for us come Christmas day.

I helped Johnny and his folks decorate their tree the following night after we decorated ours, and I wished I'd brought Mikey. There is something about a little kid's excitement about Christmas that is contagious, and I missed that with just us old folks around. Yeah, Johnny and I were fast approaching adulthood, and boredom was bound to set in soon.

Christmas came as it usually did in Oklahoma, sunny and mild, no snow, not even a cold breeze. But in this case, it was a good thing, because Mikey got to try out his new bike. Johnny had spent the night Christmas Eve, and his folks were coming over to our house for Christmas dinner, but Mikey had us up at 7am that morning to open gifts.

You should have seen Mikey's eyes light up when he ran in and saw that bike under the tree with a big red bow on it. He jumped up and down, and was so excited I thought he'd pee himself. We let him ride it around the living room a little bit but, eventually he decided it was time to see what else Santa had brought him.

Johnny and I played Santa and passed out the gifts, then we sat back with our little piles, waiting for Mikey to begin. Besides his bike, he got a ton of toys, some of them from me and Johnny (hey, had to spend my hard earned money on something) and of course mom and dad and the other relatives added to the loot. Johnny's folks said they'd bring our gifts when they came for dinner, and of course we had stuff for them as well.

One of the things that Johnny and I bought Mikey was this huge construction set. It had a bulldozer, back loader, and a dump truck, plus plastic men and road signs and stuff. Okay, maybe I got it cause it's the kind of stuff I liked as a kid, but these were Tonka Toys, and made of metal, and would last till Mikey has kids of his own.

We helped Mikey get dressed and me and Johnny took him out to try out his new bike, running along beside him for awhile, but that kid caught on fast, and soon we couldn't keep up with him. 

"Our son," Johnny sniffed, pretending to be sad, "he's growing up so fast."

I chuckled at his play acting, but he was right, Mikey was growing up fast, Soon he'd be six, and off to first grade. It seemed like only yesterday that he was a little screaming poop machine that kept us all awake. 

"That kid is gonna miss us so much when we go away next year, and I'm gonna miss him too," Johnny said, this time sounding sad for real.

"Yeah, well...maybe some weekend we can drive up on Friday and get him and have him stay with us all weekend. We can take him to the park or whatever, maybe to the movies."

"Yeah, that would be cool. We'll have to do that, definitely."

Mikey had made his way back to us, and when he screeched to a stop, he announced that he needed to go poop, and rode off toward the house. As Johnny and I watched, he hopped off his bike and scrambled onto the front porch and disappeared inside.

"Probably all the bouncing around," I laughed.

"Well, at least he's potty trained now."

Christmas dinner was noisy, but fun, and we even managed to keep Mikey at the table long enough to finish. Afterwards we exchanged gifts with Johnny's folks. Although Johnny and I had exchanged our gifts to one another that morning, I still had one more for Johnny that I was saving till his folks were there.

I went to my room and dug it out of the closet, and when I came back and handed it to Johnny his eyes got big, "What's this?"

"Oh, just a little something from me and Santa," I said grinning.

"Well, it just so happens that Santa left something with me to give you too," he said giving me a mischievous look," Hold on, I'll go grab it."

He ran out to the Bug Buss and a few minutes later he returned with a large wrapped package that I suspected held one of his paintings. I loved his paintings, and I still had that one of me in the  underwear tucked away in my room, plus several others proudly displayed on our walls.

Well, my present to Johnny wasn't something I'd crafted with my own hands, but it was picked out with love and care, and I hoped he would like it as much as I thought he would. 

I watched as Johnny unwrapped my gift and then his eyes went big when he saw what it was. Pulling it out of the box, he held it up for everyone to see.

"Whoa, this is radical, a 35mm camera. I've been wanting one of these. I'll be taking a photography class next year," he explained for the others. "These things are expensive. Thank you so much babe," Johnny said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. 

Mikey giggled, but he was used to seeing us display our affection, and he just accepted that his uncle Johnny and I were close.

"Now, open mine," he said excitedly, "I didn't spend a lot of money on it, but I'm pretty sure you're gonna like it," he said grinning.

"Hmm, wonder what it could be?" I teased, "A new tie, a book?" Then I nervously pulled off the paper and got the shock of my life.

"Oh man, this is so good Johnny, how did you...?"

"It's actually from a picture your mom took," Johnny said smiling.

Then I held the painting up so everyone could see it, and there were gasps all around the room, and of course a squeal from Mikey.

"Robby and me..." he said excitedly, "goin' sleepy bye."

The painting was of the two of us, snuggled up in Mikey's bed, and we were both asleep, our faces so close together we were breathing each other in. I don't even remember exactly when this occurred, cause it was something I did a lot, but from the looks of Mikey, I'd say it was recently.

"It was a couple of nights after your little trip with Johnny at the end of the summer," my mom explained, "I came to check on Mikey, and there the two of you were, sound asleep. It was so sweet that I just had to take a picture. I showed it to Johnny, and he asked if he could borrow it, and of course I said yes. I figured that was what he was going to do, but I had no idea he would turn it into a masterpiece. Just look at the detail, I swear it's like I can see your chest rising and falling as you sleep."

"Son, that's amazing," Johnny's dad said, in a rare moment of genuine praise. Oh, it wasn't that Mr. Williams didn't support or encourage Johnny's art, but he was rather reserved at times when it came to compliments.

"It's beautiful Johnny," his mom said, "it makes me want to cry, it's so sweet."

I laughed, "Wow, this is fantastic Johnny, and when we go away to college I want to put it someplace in our apartment where we can see it everyday. Meanwhile, mom and dad, I'd like to hang it somewhere we can all see it."

"Yes, I agree," mom said, "we can take down that tired old painting of flowers over the mantel."

So, afterwards Dad did the honor of hanging the painting, and Johnny and I took Mikey outside and Johnny tried out his new camera. I was glad I'd bought him several rolls of film, because he shot at least two dozen photos that day.

Later Johnny and went around visiting our friends and taking gifts for their families, nothing special, just a fruit basket or cookies or something they could all share, but it was enough to let them know we were thinking about them.

Donnie was excited because his dad had bought him a new shotgun for Christmas, but not being a hunter or gun enthusiast, the lure of firearms was lost on me. Johnny seemed interested, and he and Donnie talked guns for a while, and I pretended to be interested.

At Caleb's, his granny had cookies baked, and we couldn't resist having a couple as we visited. Since Granny was such a good cook, instead of food we'd brought a nice Poinsettia for her, and she seemed very pleased and placed it on the dining room table.

Caleb seemed glad to see us, but Tony was gone when we first got there, though he did show up eventually. He said he was with some friend named Michael, but none of us knew the boy. It turned out he lived in Locust Grove, and he'd met him through his old girlfriend Suzy. He and Suzy had called things quit before school started, and so far Tony hadn't found another girlfriend. 

Tony didn't say much about this new boy, but I got the impression that Tony was very fond of him. I'm not saying boyfriend kind of fond, but his face did seem to light up when he spoke of him. I was definitely going to have to ask Caleb what he knew about this mystery boy.

Tony and Caleb went with us to visit Gerald, and he joined us as we drove around and visited. Walter was out of town with his folks for the Holidays, but we wound up getting together with him later that week.

It was a great day, and it was nice to see all our old buddies again, even if only for a little while. We finally dropped Gerald off around 5:30, then Caleb and Tony, but not before making plans for the whole gang to get together before break was over.

Later we dined on leftovers at my house and watched Christmas movies on TV as we all sat around and visited. Johnny and I sat in the floor and played with Mikey's toys with him and had a blast.

Around nine, Mikey began to run out of gas, and he piled down using me and Johnny for a pillow and foot rest, and mom got another prize winning picture that later Johnny turned into a masterpiece.

************

New Year's Eve we had a party at Caleb's house. His granny went to visit her niece and her husband in Claremore, and she let us have free reign of the house. She knew we wouldn't let things get too out of hand, and our folks agreed that as long as Johnny and I took responsibility for our friends, they would go along with it as well.

We decided to limit any alcohol to beer, and Caleb was able to take care of that for us, since he had an older friend from school who was willing to help out. He also bought 2 bottles of cheap Champagne for toasting in the New Year, but our plan wasn't to get anyone drunk, just to have fun and cut loose a little.

In addition to our core group, we had a few other friends from school, and at the last minute Tony asked if he could bring Michael, and of course we said yes. There was also a surprise guest, but that came later.

You might wonder, did we invite any girls? Yes, we did. Myra and Julie, and two others from school, and Rodney brought Evelyn, so we had a total of 5 girls there. Girls can be fun, we'd found that out at the dances, and we were planning on doing some dancing that night as well.

In fact, we'd cleared out the dining room because it had a tile floor, and I brought my record player and a stack of records to listen to, and hopefully dance to.

Caleb's granny insisted on fixing us some snacks before Caleb dropped her off at her niece's, and there was all kinds of goodies in the fridge, plus cookies, and a big New Years cake, and of course the usual chips and dip and stuff.

We started the party around 6, but some of the kids didn't show up till later, some as late as 8. Around 7 we heard a motorcycle pull up, and Tony announced that Michael had arrived. I was anxious to meet this new friend of Tony's, but I was not prepared for what I saw next.

Tony practically ran to the door, and as I watched, this tall figure entered all dressed in black. He was still wearing his helmet, but as we watched, he removed it to reveal a head of long black hair.  As I stared he tossed his head as if to fan his hair out, and suddenly our eyes met.

He was beautiful, that's the only word I can think of that fits him. His eyes seemed to be smiling as we appraised each other, and I found myself blushing the more I stared at him. He was absolutely perfect in every sense of the word. From his dark brooding eyes, to his trim muscular body, he was the very epitome of perfection. His ruddy skin color and his long dark hair placed his heritage as Native American, which we called Indian back then, and he carried himself as if he were proud of that heritage.

"Robert, Johnny, this is Mike," Tony finally said when our staring contest began to get a little uncomfortable.

"Hey, nice to meet you," I managed to spit out as I stuck out my hand to shake.

Mike took my hand and gave me a firm, but quick handshake, then did the same with Johnny.

"So, well...glad you could come. Any friend of Tony's is welcome as far as we're concerned," I offered.

"So, you're Robert and Johnny," Mike chuckled, "Tony talks about you guy so much it's like I already know you."

"Oh, really? Cause he hasn't told us much about you," I laughed, giving Tony a sly smile.

"Well, Tony's not much of a talker I guess," Mike said, "but here I am. By the time the night is over, we'll all be good friends, right?"

"Yeah, well...Tony, why don't you get Mike a beer or something and introduce him to the others?"

"Oh, I don't drink," Mike said, "No fire water for me," he chuckled.

"Come on, there are pops in the fridge Mike," Tony said, whisking Mike away.

"Wow," Johnny said when they were gone, "this Mike guy is pretty hot, and mysterious looking."

"Yeah, I wonder just how close he and Tony are?"

"I guess we'll find out," Johnny chuckled, "but I'm betting they're more than just buddies, if you know what I mean."

Then there was a knock on the door, and since we were still nearby, I went to open it and got another big shock.

"Ricky!!!" I yelled as I jumped on my old friend and dragged him inside, "What are you doing here? Johnny, look who's here," I said, an arm around Ricky's neck as I excitedly presented him to Johnny.

"Oh man, long time, no see," Johnny said offering his hand to shake, but Ricky came in for a hug, and Johnny returned it warmly. Despite having been rivals of a sort at one time, the two had finally formed an easy friendship, and as far as I knew, the two of them had kept up that friendship by mail, just as Ricky and I had.

"I stopped by your house and your mom told me where to find you, but not till I visited a little. Man, your little brother is a talker. He bout talked my leg off. He kept telling me you and Johnny were at a party, and he wanted to come too, but you said it was a big boy party," Ricky laughed.

"Yeah, Mikey would love the attention though," I said, "he's a good kid."

"Yeah, it was nice to see your folks again too."

"So are you just visiting your grandma or what?'

"Yes and no. My mom and dad are visiting, but I'm going to be staying."

"What, why, how?" I blurted out.

"My dad is going oversees, and my mom is going with him. My sister and I are going to live with my aunt and uncle, you know? David's mom and dad. I'm gonna graduate from Pryor, then go to College in Kansas next year. My folks will be back by next fall, and that's where they're going to retire."

"Wow, so you're going to school with us? Oh man, I can't believe it. That's so rad," I said excitedly, "So, can you stay, for the party I mean?"

"Sure, if you'll have me," he chuckled.

"You kidding? You're the guest of honor," I laughed, "come on, I want to introduce you to everyone."

Ricky had grown, just as we all had, but we'd traded pictures back and forth over the years, so his looks weren't a complete shock. However, pictures did not do him justice. Man, that boy was hot. He had always been handsome with a great body to boot, but as  he neared adulthood he'd become a real hunk. I had to wonder, how many girls' hearts had he broken when he announced he was moving away? 

It's weird how easily our friendship fell right back into place once the initial awkwardness wore off. We were older, wiser, and more mature, but to watch us laughing and carrying on that evening, you might have thought we were 12 years old again.

We learned among other things that Ricky had a steady girl named Becky, and that they were planning on staying in touch despite the move. I didn't know much about long distance relationships, but I thought it would be really tough to stay true to someone hundreds of miles away, especially when you were a horny teen. 

Michael seemed to take to Ricky very easily, and I saw the two of them headed toward the door together at one point. I wasn't trying to be nosy, but I did ask Tony what was going on, and he said Mike was showing Ricky his bike.  I heard it start up a little while later, but I guess he just wanted Ricky to hear it's roar, cause they didn't take it for a spin. A few minutes later they came back in, and Mike went off to find Tony, and Ricky joined me and Johnny again.

Ricky danced with all of the girls who'd showed up, and needless to say he was quite popular with the ladies. I mean, that kid was movie star handsome with a body to match, and I'll bet those girls were moist between the legs by the time he finished swaying to the music with them.

Myra came by at one point and asked me where I'd been hiding this hunk, and I had to laugh. When I explained who he was, she said she vaguely remembered meeting him once before, when we were kids, but that Ricky sure wasn't a kid anymore. 

We danced, we laughed, we talked, we sipped beer, and ate the delicious food granny had fixed for us, and before we knew it, it was fast approaching the new year. 

I actually had the recording of Guy Lombardo playing Auld Lang Syne and I put it on, just as the clock struck midnight. Everyone raised their glass of Champagne, and we sang along as we welcomed in the New Year. 1971 was here at last, the final year of our 12 month career as students, and what lay ahead looked hopeful and promising.

There were a few kisses exchanged, including a rather wet and sensual one between me and Johnny, but no one seemed offended. Most of those present knew Johnny and I were a couple by now, even if some didn't quite understand it, and we didn't worry about any repercussions.

Mike didn't seemed surprised at Johnny and I showing such affection, but I supposed Tony might have mentioned our relationship to him, just to make sure he was cool with being there. Well, he was not only cool with being there, but later he came up and congratulated me and Johnny, and said it was about time guys started showing some guts and being who they were.

I wondered, did that mean Mike might like boys too? And if so, were he and Tony closer than just friends, or at least fooling around? I vowed to keep my eyes and ears open to see if I could discover the answers to those nagging questions, but I wouldn't have to wait long to find out.

We finished off the Champagne and most of the beer, but by 12:30 people were starting to trickle out. By one o'clock, only the core group was left, plus Ricky and Mike. All our friends were sleeping over, but we figured we could find room for two more if they wanted to stay too.

Ricky's dad had dropped him off with the assumption that Ricky would be staying over, or if not that we'd bring him back. Mike was on his own, apparently his folks didn't even bother to keep up with his comings and goings anymore, but at any rate, he and Tony had already worked out that he was sleeping over.

There were three bedrooms all together, the one granny slept in, Tony's room upstairs, and of course Caleb's old bedroom which was actually downstairs at the front of the house, just off the entry. It had apparently been built on by the previous owner, and Caleb had enjoyed the privacy it gave him. Caleb had offered to trade rooms with Tony once he went off to college, but Tony said he was fine where he was, and that anyway he wanted Caleb to have his old room when he came to spend the weekends and holidays.

There were nine of us and three bedrooms, plus a nice pullout couch in the living room so we figured it wouldn't be a problem fitting everyone in somewhere. But who slept with who?

Of course Johnny and I would share a bed, and Donnie and Walter were an obvious choice, but who else would we pair up? Then Tony volunteered to share his bed with Mike, and that left Caleb, Ricky, and Gerald to find places to sleep. 

Here's what we finally came up with. Caleb and Gerald took granny's room, Tony and Mike took his room, Johnny and I took Caleb's room, and Donnie and Walter got the pull out bed. It just so happened that there was a folding cot in the utility room, and we set it up for Ricky in the dining room. Poor Ricky was the only one sleeping alone, but we figured since he had a girlfriend, he wouldn't want to mess with any of us anyway.

However, just because we had the sleeping arrangements worked out, it didn't mean we were ready to go to bed yet. Someone suggested we play some cards, and one thing led to another, and well...we wound up playing strip poker. I was curious to see how Ricky and Mike would react to the suggestion, but they were both good sports and agreed to play.

It was interesting watching the two, both of which seemed to have terrible luck at cards, as they kept shucking clothes until they were dressed only in their underwear. Of course they weren't alone, Gerald had one sock and his underwear, and Tony still had both socks and his underwear, while Johnny and I were still mostly dressed, as was Donnie and Walter who were shirtless.

With the next hand, Mike lost his boxers, and didn't hesitate or protest before he stood and dropped them, giving us all a real shock. Mike had a nice sized uncut cock and balls, that wasn't the shock, but he was as smooth as a 10 year old down there, and none of us was prepared for that.

"Whoa," Donnie said gawking, "What happened to your hair?"

"Shaved it off. I like being smooth, damned hair gets caught in your zipper and in your pecker skin. I like it nice and smooth. You boys should try it."

"Um...nah, I like my hair just fine. I waited 12 years for it to come in and I'm a keepin' it," Donnie laughed.

"I think it looks cool," I said once I'd gotten used to it, "but maybe a little extreme. You could've just trimmed it a little if it was bothering you that much."

"Yeah, I tried that at first, but I kept getting it crooked and stuff, so I just said, to hell with it, and shaved it all off."

"With a razor?" Gerald said wincing at the thought of that.

"First, I used scissors to get as close as I could, then I used a safety razor. I nicked one of my balls, but it didn't bleed long," he laughed.

"Ugh, I don't think I could do that. The thought of anything sharp down there makes me woozy," Walter offered.

We all laughed at that, but I think we were all in agreement about sharp objects down there, still there was something kind of sexy about Mike's bald crotch. We sort of lost interest in the game after that, but Mike didn't offer to put his boxers back on, and no one seemed to care.

We were all down to our underwear by then anyway, our usual mode of dress for bed, and we just sat around, one nude boy, and 8 in their undies, and talked till the wee hours of the morning.

Eventually, everyone started scattering, headed to bed, and Johnny and I were the last ones to do so.  I wondered if Mike would put on his boxers before getting into bed with Tony, but he was still holding them when they started for the stairs. Johnny and I stayed and talked with Ricky a little bit while he made his bed, and when he laid down I couldn't resist tucking him in jokingly like he was a little kid.

"Sleep tight," I said in a silly voice, "and if you need anything we'll be right over there in our room."

Ricky laughed, "I'd feel safer if I slept with you two, but we probably wouldn't get much sleep," he giggled, sounding like the 12 year old Ricky that I remembered so fondly.

"Hey, feel free to come visit us," Johnny laughed, "but expect to get naked if you do."

"I might surprise you," Ricky said grinning, "but for now, goodnight guys. Great party by the way."

"Night," I said patting him affectionately, when what I really wanted to do was kiss him.

We told Walter and Donnie goodnight as we passed by them, then headed to Caleb's room. We stripped off our underwear and made out for a while, but the alcohol and the late hour soon took it's toll on us, and we fell asleep in each others arms before we could make love.

I awoke sometime later to someone prodding me, and as my eyes slowly drifted open I could just make out Johnny in the dark next to me , and he was not alone.

"Hey, wakey wakey, guess who came to visit?" Johnny chuckled.

"Um...who?" I mumbled, still half asleep.

"Me, sorry...didn't mean to wake you," Ricky said in his new deeper voice, that sent chills up and down my spine.

"No problem," I said perking up, "did you get scared all alone?" I teased, "want to lay with me and Johnny a while?"

"Well, if you guys are sure," he chuckled, but there was a lusty growl in his voice and it caused me to shiver. God, what would it be like to have this stud of a boy fuck me like a rag doll?

"First, you gotta get rid of the undies," Johnny ordered, "only bare flesh is allowed in our bed," he laughed.

"No problem," Ricky said, and I sat up to watch as he quickly skinned down his white briefs, some exotic brand that I didn't recognize, but certainly not Fruit of the Loom.

"Between us," Johnny ordered, taking full charge now. Good, I thought, now I don't  have to worry if Johnny is gonna get jealous or anything since he's calling the shots.

"It's been awhile," Ricky said, sounding a little nervous now that this was actually happening.

"It's like riding a bike," I assured him, "you never forget, and you get better at it over time."

"Yeah, well...haven't done much of anything really. My girl is one of those good girls that's saving herself for marriage," he chuckled.

"Aww...that's a shame," Johnny said, "but that's what buddies are for, to make sure you get your rocks off occasionally," he laughed then, and Ricky joined in, though he still sounded nervous.

"Relax," I said placing a hand on Ricky's muscled chest. My God that boy was built. I noticed his nipples were hard now, and I flicked one of them causing him to moan softly."If you want, we'll do all the work and you can just lay back and enjoy."

"Um, for now...I guess, but I want to...you know? Help you guys too..."

"First, let us take care of this," I said reaching down to grab his cock and marveling at how big he was now, at least seven inches of fat circumcise meat, and it felt warm and wet in my hand.

"Ohhh...careful," he moaned.

"Okay, we'll take it slow. Johnny, heads or tails?"

"Heads to start, then we can switch."

"Huh?" Ricky asked sounding confused. Maybe he thought tails meant his ass, but it simply meant the lower part of his body, and heads was of course, head to tummy.

"Relax, we're experts," I giggled.

While Johnny worked Ricky's nipples over and ran his hands up and down his muscled chest and flat stomach, I moved down and massaged his feet. They'd grown some, probably a size 10 or so, but they were well kept and smooth, and I did everything short of sucking his toes. I could feel him relax as I worked his feet, then up his calves to his thighs.

He tensed a little as I neared his middle, but spread his legs to give me full access, and I knew he was up for whatever happened. What happened was, I began to nuzzle his balls and taint, letting my tongue go back as far as it could in his crack. He was clean, but still had that musky scent that every guy gives off, and it was driving me crazy. I wanted to taste every inch of him, but I didn't know how far he was willing to let us go.

As if in answer to my question, he rolled his pelvis upward, giving me better access, and I let my tongue invade that space and find his most secret spot. He tasted bitter, then spicy as my tongue worked it's magic against his back door, and he moaned lowly and pushed back even harder.

I lapped at his hole while fondling his nuts, then finally took his cock in my hand and started slowly working it.

"Uh...so close..." he moaned.

"Not yet!" I said as I pulled away, "Johnny get down here and let's tag team this pecker," I chuckled.

So we worked Ricky over good, we took turns licking his nuts and his dick till he was speaking in tongues.  Then while I fingered his tight hole, we both went to work on his pecker, licking it from both sides, and finally taking turns sucking till he shot off like a rocket. 

I had never seen anyone come that hard, or that much in my life, but between Johnny and me, we didn't waste a drop. He tasted really good too, sort of spicy sweet, and I wondered what this boy ate to make his spunk so tasty.

When Ricky had settled down, and all that was left was a little ooze from his pecker slit, we moved up beside him and snuggled up to him. We weren't sure how he would feel about kissing or being too intimate, especially since he'd just orgasmed, but he seemed to be okay with our touches and had a smile on his face.

"Man, I'd forgotten what fun that was," he said softly, "you guys really love that stuff, don't you?"

"Didn't you?" I said, feeling a little weird.

"Oh yeah, I didn't mean anything bad. I just mean, since you guys...you know? Practice so much..." he said blushing.

"Practice?" Johnny said, "Oh, we're experts by now."

"You sure are," Ricky sighed, "I haven't had a nut like that in...well...probably since I was last here," he laughed.

"Well, now that you're gonna be living here..." I suggested.

"If you guys don't mind," Ricky said looking at me then Johnny.

"Look, it may seem weird to you," Johnny explained, "but Robert and I love each other, and our love is strong enough that we don't let little things like this come between us, right Robert?"

"Absolutely, as long as we do it together and there are no secrets, it's just...fun, that's all. Especially if it's with someone we really like a lot."

"Aww...I like you guys too. Well, I'm up for it anytime. Now, how about I help you guys out?"

"How about if you watch me and Johnny?" I suggested, "You just rest, and we'll show you how two lovers do it."

"Okay," he said looking excited, "that sounds fun."

So Ricky scooted over, and Johnny and I demonstrated how we made love. Only this time it seemed especially exciting, maybe because we had an audience, or maybe cause we'd just had one of the sexiest boys in the world come in our mouths, but for whatever reason we were extra horny.

We licked, and sucked, and kissed, and then made love to each other, while Ricky watched with wide eyes. His dick was rock hard again, and while I was fucking Johnny I noticed he kept staring at my butt. Now I have to admit, I do have a nice butt. Everyone tells me so, well everyone who's bent that way, and Johnny never lets me forget just how hot and tight it is. So, even though Johnny had just pounded it and filled it up with his love cream a little while ago, I still had an itch back there, and I wondered if Ricky could scratch it for me.

"Johnny," I whispered, "is it okay if I let Ricky fuck me?" I whispered as I leaned down to kiss him, still deep inside his ass.

"Yeah, go for it," he growled.

I was in no rush to have Ricky inside me though, and I turned my attention back to Johnny and made long slow love to him as we kissed deeply. Ricky had sat up now and was toying with his erection, but not actually jacking off, which was good since I wanted him to save that for my ass.

Finally, pushing in deep, I yelled out as I came deep inside Johnny and then nearly collapsed atop him. My arms and legs were shaking and I was breathing as if I'd run a mile as I experienced an intense orgasm that ran the length of my body.

"Wow," I said shakily, "that was intense."

"You guys look so good together. I mean, it's almost beautiful watching you two."

"It is beautiful," I corrected, "when two people love one another, sex is a beautiful thing."

"Yeah, well...I guess I should get back to my bed..."

"Oh no...not yet," I said grinning. Then reaching over to grab his rock hard erection I said, "Not till you put this someplace where the sun don't shine."

"Uh, what do you...?"

"I want you to fuck me," I said crudely, "stick that gigantic pecker in my tight little ass and bang away."

I saw him swallow hard, and I think he was blushing, but he was trembling with excitement, and I knew he wasn't going to turn down my offer.

"Are you sure?"

"Oh yeah, we're sure," I said, including Johnny, "Johnny will help you get ready, right lover?"

"Yeah, it won't take much lube though, I planted some slippery stuff in there already," he chuckled, "Hope ya don't mind sloppy seconds."

"Noooo...sloppy seconds, sloppy thirds...anything is fine," Ricky said grinning, "So how do we do this?"

"Your choice, but I was thinking maybe doggie style. How's that sound?"

"Yeah, that's good, um...I like the thought of taking you from behind and holding onto your...um...hips."

So I bent over the end of the bed, and Johnny slobbered up Ricky's knob, then put a little lotion on my hole and Ricky did the rest. That boy might not fuck on a regular basis, but he never forgot how to fuck an ass. Once he got inside me, he was an animal, thrusting and moaning, and throwing his head back like he was ready to howl, and that's when Johnny took a chance and leaned in and kissed him.

Of course I couldn't see what was going on, but I heard them smooching noisily, and I looked back to see them swapping tongues without Ricky missing a stroke. Since Ricky had come earlier, he lasted a long time, but when he did come I swear he came almost as much as before, and maybe even harder. His whole body was spasming, and he was moaning like he was dying. I felt him tremble as he pumped his load into me, then when he was done, he collapsed on top of me and kissed my back and neck affectionately.

We sat on the end of the bed while Ricky recovered, and I took that opportunity to get my share of Ricky's lips. 

"We weren't sure how you'd feel about the kissing," I confessed after a few minutes of swapping spit.

"After all the other stuff, what's a little kissing?" he chuckled, "I mean, that's the one thing Becky lets me do, that, and a little touching."

"Kissing can lead to other things," I said going in for another taste of his lips.

"Ugh...not tonight, I'm totally wiped out."

"Yeah, me too," I said pulling back and yawning, "Want to sleep in here? We'll make room if you do."

"Nah, I think we'll all get more sleep if I go back to my cot, but thanks."

So after we kissed him goodnight, Ricky slipped on his briefs and tip toed back to his bed in the dining room. Johnny and I were so tired we didn't even talk as we piled back into bed and snuggled up. Minutes later we were asleep. 

************

Needless to say no one was in much of a mood to rise early the next morning, but Johnny and I finally managed to get out of bed around ten. We made our way to the downstairs bathroom, tip toeing past Walter and Donnie who were still snoring on the hide-a-bed. Once we'd finished taking care of our morning wood, we washed the sleep from our eyes and we felt ready to face the day.

"So, I wonder what the deal with Mike and Tony is?" Johnny said suddenly.

"Well, they're sleeping in the same bed, so...there's the possibility that there is more going on there than friendship. I mean, we all know how horny Tony is, and since he broke up with Suzy, he's been joining in our fun a lot."

"Hmm...let's go up and see if they're awake yet," Johnny said grinning.

"Well, I guess that would be okay," I chuckled.

If this was such an innocent thing, then why did we tiptoe up the stairs and down the hall to their room? And why did Johnny very carefully turn the knob so as not to make a sound? Was it because we were expecting to catch the two doing something naughty? Well, for whatever reason, we certainly got the shock of a lifetime when that door drifted open a bit.

At first it took me a minute to comprehend what I was seeing, but when my eyes adjusted, I blushed bright red and my dick went hard instantly. Two black butt cheeks were flexing as Tony pounded Mike's lily white ass while he lay face down on the bed. 

I could literally smell the sex in the room, and Tony was grunting in time to the slapping of his nuts and thighs against Mike's ass. Johnny took one look and froze, but fortunately I was able to pull the door closed before we were detected.

We didn't speak till we were back in our room, and then we both broke out in laughter. 

"So, that's it! Tony has a new fuck toy," Johnny laughed.

"Maybe, but it could be mutual, remember Tony doesn't mind taking a pecker in the ass occasionally."

"Yeah, I wish we could see more. Hey, we'll have to figure out some way to get those two alone overnight and see if they want to play."

"Well, they might not want anyone to know about this, so we'll have to play it by ear. I'll ask Caleb if he knows what's going on with them. I'm sure he's not totally in the dark."

"Oh man, seeing Tony fucking away like that has made me horny," Johnny said rubbing my ass, and minutes later I was face down on the bed with Johnny's pecker deep inside my ass.

************

Eventually we all congregated in the kitchen, and everyone contributed to fixing breakfast as best they could. Tony and Caleb seemed to have most of the cooking duties covered, though they did enlist Mike's aid in scrambling the eggs. I was in charge of biscuits, but they were the pre-made canned ones, and really not much of a challenge. Johnny poured tea or milk for everyone just before we sat down to eat at the table that the others had set for us.

I noticed that Mike and Tony kept pretty close together, and I got the feeling that they were a lot closer than just friends. Even if I hadn't witnessed Tony banging away at Mike's ass that morning, the way they looked at each other and the touching and the way they seemed to drift together at every opportunity was enough to make it clear that something was going on.

"So, everyone feeling good today?" I said grinning, "No hangovers I hope."

Everyone agreed they had slept the effect of the alcohol off and they all seemed in good spirits for the New Year. We really didn't have any plans, but since we lived within walking distance of the Big Park, we decided to go shoot some hoops or something. 

Caleb grabbed a basketball, and Tony grabbed a Frisbee and we were off. While some of us shot hoops, the others tossed the Frisbee around, but soon we forgot the basketball and we were all taking turns with the Frisbee. At first we were just tossing it to each other back and forth, then someone suggested we make a contest of it. We found a spot on the ball field below the pool, and while someone stood by the backstop, we threw the Frisbee their way from the far end.

The one who came closest to the back stop was the winner and got to go first for the next challenge, which they got to decide on. It was a lot of fun, especially with all the joking and laughter and we spend most of the day at that game.

Eventually we got tired and thirsty and we walked back to Caleb's and all loaded up in the van and went to DQ for slushes. We drove around for a while, then went to Ken's Pizza and all chipped in and had pizza and pitchers of soda. 

When we got back to Caleb's, Walter and Donnie said they needed to get home and Gerald asked them if they could give him a lift. Walter had a nice Chevy pickup now and pretty soon we were saying goodbye to the three and they were off.

Ricky said he didn't have to be at his aunt's house till later, so we decided to play some cards and board games to pass the time. Tony and Mike played for a while, then Mike suggested the two of them go for a bike ride and that left just the four of us. 

"So," I said once the two rode off on Mike's motorcycle, "What's up with those two?"

Caleb laughed, "It's not what you think, at least I don't think so. Well, I mean...I don't think they're in love or anything. I think it's just a...a mutual satisfaction thing."

"You mean, you scratch my itch, I'll scratch yours?" I laughed.

"Something like that, and from the noise last night, there was a lot of scratching going on," he laughed.

"Yeah, we sort of witnessed some of that this morning," I said, then explained what Johnny and I had seen.

Ricky looked excited and I could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he imagined seeing Tony pounding Mike's cute ass.

"Yeah, they fuck like rabbits, but I don't think they kiss or anything. I asked Tony what the deal was, but you know how he is, he likes to keep some things private. Then I caught them one afternoon when Granny was with Johnny's mom. I came home unexpectedly and they were going at it in the living room," he laughed, "Only it was Mike who was doin' the fucking, so that's how I found out it was mutual."

"I wonder why Tony is being so secretive. Do you think maybe he really likes Mike that way, and he's afraid to let anyone, including Mike know it?"

"I dunno, I guess we'll see. Whatever works for them, I'm cool with it. Mike is sorta different, but he's cool."

"Not to mention sexy," I said, pretending to swoon.

"Calm down lover," Johnny said, "don't make me have to throw a bucket of cold water on you."

"Oh, you can just take care of my horniness," I said jumping into his lap and almost knocking his chair over.

He was giggling as I put my arms around his neck and started wiggling in his lap. I could feel him growing hard beneath me, and when I leaned in and gave him a deep tongue kiss, he moaned lowly.

"Someone is horny," Johnny said, stating the obvious.

"Well, feel free to do whatever you need to," Caleb said, then looking at Ricky he added, "Unless Ricky here is bothered by that stuff."

Caleb just stared as the three of us broke out in laughter, then he shrugged and grinned, "Guess not, huh? Well in that case, maybe we could all go to my room and take care of some stuff."

So, that was what we did. We were all naked and recovering from the 69s we'd just engaged in, when we heard Mike's motorcycle pull up out front. I kissed Johnny on the thigh, but I was too spent to move.

A few minutes later we heard the front door open, then Tony's voice, "Hey, where you all at? You havin' an orgy or something?" he laughed.

"In here," Caleb said winking at us, "come on in."

Ricky was the only one of us who seemed the least bit bashful, and I noticed he pulled the sheet partially over his beautiful naked body.

Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked Tony, followed by Mike hot on his heels.

"What the hell?" Tony chuckled, "You guys look like you just busted a nut, am I right?"

Mike laughed, "Yeah, they have that look."

"Well, what better way to end a perfect day?" Caleb said grinning, "Too bad you weren't here."

"We're here now," Mike said, causing Tony to give him a questioning look, then catching Tony's look, Mike went on, "Oh come on Tony, they know we're having sex. They must've heard us this morning, you were howling like a dog."

"Well..." Tony said, sounding unsure, "These are my bros, and Ricky...if these guys say you're cool, then you're cool too...so...whatever, I guess."

So officially we now had our orgy. But no way was Caleb's bed big enough for such an event. Instead, we moved to the living room, and after rearranging the furniture a bit and throwing down some quilts and pillows, we had our orgy arena. 

I'm not going to give you a play by play, that was a long time ago, and even though some memories remain and reappear in flashbacks at times, suffice it to say, that everyone got a little piece of everyone else that day. 

I do remember Ricky fucking Mike, while Tony sucked Mike's pecker. That picture will be etched in my mind forever, simply because there were three of the most beautiful boys in the world, one black, and two white, enjoying each others body as nature intended. No racial tension, only love and mutual satisfaction on their minds. What a beautiful thing that was.

But as they say, all good things must come to an end. Ricky needed to get home, as did Johnny and I. However, Mike was spending the night again, and I wondered if he and Tony would be including Caleb in any fun they had tonight. I'd have to remember to ask Caleb later.

************

The new year was a good one for us in many ways. We were doing great at school, and having the time of our lives at the same time. Despite having a job, Johnny and I were able to find more time to get together lately. In addition we spent a lot of time with our friends, including Ricky. In fact we actually saw more of Ricky than we did our other friends since he didn't seem to have as much going on. He didn't have to work since his folks sent him money each month, and he was a whiz in school, and easily an A student. He had already been accepted to that college in Kansas and he seemed to be on top of the world.

One interesting note though. Ricky seemed to be attracting a lot of attention from the girls at school, and he actually went out on several dates, though he said it was nothing serious. We kidded him about getting some girl pregnant and then leaving his little bastard behind, but he assured us he hadn't gotten that far with any of them, though he did confess to getting a hand job from an unnamed girl.

Johnny and I went to a lot of dances and parties that year, usually with Myra and Julie, but sometimes we went stag. Ricky was always up for a little partying, and he never had trouble finding a date. 

Our other friends joined us occasionally, but for the most part it was just the three of us. Ricky was the kind of guy who adapted easily, I suppose from moving around so much with his military dad, and he seemed right at home with us after only a short time.

I'd met his aunt and uncle a few times when we were younger, as well as his cousin David, who was a year younger that us. David was okay, but for some reason he never seemed like the kind of guy who would fit into our group, and Ricky never offered to bring him to any of our get-togethers. I remembered Ricky saying once when we were younger, that he and David had done some messing around, but I didn't think that was the case now. Apparently David had a girlfriend and it was pretty serious from the way Ricky talked.

Johnny continued to work on his art portfolio, including all the mediums he was adept at, pencil drawings, watercolors, and oils. He said he'd like to try sculpture, but thought he would wait till he got to college since it was pretty involved. He had a permanent showing in one of the glass display cases at school, as well as a few paintings hung in the city library. He was sort of a local celebrity, buts sometimes that notoriety came with a price. For instance girls couldn't seem to leave my boy alone.

Now, I'd gotten over my jealousy way back when the Evelyn thing was resolved, but it was kind of annoying having girls pawing at my boyfriend and practically raping him in the halls at school. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but I didn't like all the attention they were paying him. Thus, we decided it might be best if Johnny were to find a steady girlfriend.

Okay, I know that sounds crazy, but what we wanted was someone like Myra or Julie who was happy just to go make an appearance with Johnny occasionally, and maybe double date with me and some girl. A movie, a dance, a party, whatever we could come up with. 

Julie was out because she was actually seeing Gerald regularly now. Yeah, our Gerald. I think girls were attracted to him because he seemed needy. I mean girls have a need to nurture their guys, I guess it's an inbred instinct in most of them, and Gerald was the kind of boy who needed that. His home life wasn't that great, and his self esteem varied from day to day. His step brother had joined the Navy a few years ago, and Gerald was counting the days till he could enlist, but meanwhile, he was trying to enjoy life and make the best of his last year of school.

I knew we would all miss Gerald, and I tried my best to see as much of him as I could that year, and several times we triple dated with him and Julie. I usually took Myra, but Johnny had no steady girl, and had to make sure not to date any one girl too often, lest they become attached.

We finally found the perfect girl for Johnny however, and quite by accident. Her name was Helen and she lived directly across from the little park, near our old elementary school.

We'd gone to grade school with her, but had lost touch with her until our senior year, but suddenly it seemed like she was everywhere. One night at a PYO dance I noticed her talking to a group of the stag girls and I suggested that Johnny go ask her to dance.

Long story short, he danced with her, we invited her to hang with us, and a bond was formed. From then on she was Johnny's go-to date for any of these affairs, and she seemed fine with the casual friendship he offered. Did she know what we were doing? Was she as perceptive as Myra? Or was she just not looking for a steady, and yet wanted to have some fun?

Who cares? It worked out well, and kept the she-devils off my Johnny for the rest of the year. To most of the student body, Johnny and Helen were a couple, as were me and Myra. Sometimes I wished we could just be honest and declare our love, but this was the 70s, and we knew the world wasn't ready for that yet. Maybe next year at college we could be more open about our love, but the world wasn't quite ready for the gay agenda yet.

************

Graduation, is there anything as exciting, and yet as sad? It's a beginning for most, but an end for all. The end of childhood, a time to grow up and move on. Old friendships would soon end, and hopefully new ones would be formed. But some of us vowed to keep those old friendships alive, and to never forget what they meant, and our group was like that.

Of course some of us would remain together, Johnny and I, along with Tony would be joining Caleb at NSU, while Donnie and Walter would remain behind in Pryor, full time jobs already lined up with the City. Gerald was the only one we worried about, he had enlisted in the Army and would be shipping out to Fort Bragg the first of June.

As for the others, Evelyn and Rodney were planning on getting married and eventually they moved to Chicago. We stayed in touch by mail, and we saw them a few times over the years, but these days all that are left of them are our childhood memories.

Chrissy, Evelyn's sister, despite having been quite boy crazy the whole time I knew her, never married. However, she did have a daughter from one of her boyfriends, though I heard the daughter died of cancer years later. It's sad to say I never saw Chrissy again after she graduated the year before us. To this day I have no idea where she is, or what her life is like.

Ronnie was a junior that year and though I have failed to mention him up to this point, we stayed in touch with him and actually hung out a few times. He and Jake remained friends and were quite an ornery pair. Shy little Ronnie had come out of his shell nicely, I think mostly because of Jake's influence, and he became quite popular his final years of school. Did he turn out gay? Did Jake? We've debated that question over the years, but we've never come up with a definite answer. I do know that both were never shy about fooling around, but I also know both dated girls in high school.

Another of our friends that I haven't written much about in this section is our friend Fred, Jake's brother. We really didn't hang out much with Fred that last year of school, though we did reconnect later at NSU, where he wound up later that fall. Fred had a full time girl, and it was pretty serious, and quite frankly I think she had him on a short leash.

If I've forgotten any more details or people, its probably because I'm trying to rush this part of my story along a bit. I still get teary eyed thinking about the end of our school career, but it is with great love that I remember those who I shared it with, my friends, my fellow students, some of which I had started the long journey with, my teachers, and all the parents that made us feel welcome in their homes. To all of them I say...goodbye, and much love...

Rob Warren, Seniors 1971. Go Tigers....

End Chapter 42


It's over at last. 12 years of studying, of recesses, and homework, and friendships that have prevailed over time. And now, with childhood behind them, Robert and Johnny move on to the next phase of their lives.

Next...The College Years and Beyond.


                      

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                        9-1-2020 

Kewl Dad

Thanks to all my loyal readers who have hung in their for the last 3 plus years as this saga has been unfolding. Rest assured that it is not over yet. Next, we'll get a glimpse of the boys' new lives as they go away to college and begin a life together.  I apologize for the long delay in the posting of this chapter, but I hope to be back on a consistent schedule in the near future.





I have updated my story list if you see any missing please let me know.

Other stories by Kewl Dad

* Denotes Series, rest are short stories



  1. A Christmas for Joey

  2. A Christmas With Nick

  3. Accidental Dad*

  4. Adolescent

  5. Alex and Aidan*

  6. Andy Tastes Like Candy

  7. At the Dike*

  8. Black Cock

  9. Boy Glory Hole

  10. Bullied

  11. Christmas Boy

  12. Christmas on the Street

  13. CL Cock Sucker

  14. Cory*

  15. Corey's Scent

  16. Cody's Christmas Wish

  17. Dirt Bikes and Blowjobs

  18. DMV Boy

  19. Dougie's Story #Part 3 of a series

  20. Emoji  (The Story of Joe)

  21. The Family*

  22. The Ginger and the Chub

  23. Hair Salon Boys

  24. Happy Valentine's Day Toby Grayson

  25. I Heart You

  26. Little Brother's Feet*

  27. Lost in Fear*

  28. Mars

  29. McChicken

  30. My Best Friend's Dad *Related story to My Son's Best Friends

  31. My Not so Miserable Life

  32. My Little Runaway #Part 1 of a series

  33. My Son's Best Friends *Related series to My Best Friend's Dad

  34. My 11th Summer*

  35. One Night

  36. Poindexter Files*

  37. Pride-Pride

  38. Rabbit: A Christmas Story

  39. Rolo

  40. Second Chance for Love

  41. Six Black Boys*

  42. Skateboard Boy*

  43. Skateboard Christmas

  44. Stranded on Christmas Eve

  45. Sudden Family*

  46. Taking a Chance on Love

  47. The Year I Learned to Love my Brother (TYILTLMB)*

  48. The Reynolds Twins*

  49. Tommy Boy #Part two of a series

  50. To the Max

  51. Tracy*

  52. Trailer Park Christmas

  53. Trick or Treet Dress Up

  54. Tween to Teen*

  55. What a Dollar Will Buy

  56. Wild Wild West Again

  57. It's Amazing What Sex Can do for a Guy (as smoothoperator52)